Financial situation: He owns land, enough to harvest grains and sell bread. He makes just enough money to make ends meet, gives money to family members when it is possible. He owns a house on the land.
Appearance: Dresses well when not on the job, looks tired but strong, he has brown hair and brown eyes.
Location: Just outside Versailles
Habitual locations: At home, on the farm or around town selling bread.
Daily routine: -Go out to the field to harvest grain -Go to town to sell bread -Visit his family -Go back home to change into nicer clothes -Spend some time with his friends around town
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Lighthearted, doesn’t worry too much about big issues, passionate reader.
Past/individual-family history: Both his grandfathers have past away within the past year, one of his grandmothers is sick and needs full time care.
Family: Married to Josephine Martin, his parents are Guillaume and Elisabeth Martin. He has one younger sister named Madeleine Martin. He has two kids, Aimée (girl) and Alexis (boy) Martin.
Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in the class, AND your opinions and feelings about them): He doesn’t like to worry himself much about the social relations, if he were to deal with people from other classes, it would be to trade or to do some sort of business deal with them.
Religion: None.
Education: He had no education, started working on the farm with his father from a young age.
Languages you speak: French
Main privileges and/or hardships: he was born into a family who already owned farmland giving him a privilege, there are no hardships at the moment.
Diary Entry #1
Today is a typical day in my life, I woke up and had breakfast with my family, which consists of my wife and daughter. After that, I went out to the field to harvest as much grain as possible, the demand for bread has been getting higher lately. Around noon, I went back home for lunch where everything was average, nothing special. After I finish lunch, I get back out on the field to harvest more before it gets dark. Suddenly, our neighbor comes running out to me on the field screaming my name, I turn and run toward him in case it’s an emergency. He tells me that his wife is helping my wife give birth, they had heard her screaming, checked on her and realized that she would be having the child now. We ran back to the house, where we waited for what seemed to be lasting forever, feeling my heart beat a thousand beats per second. The midwife comes out, it’s over. How could that be possible? There was no baby screams or anything to indicate his life. She tells us that he didn’t make it, he was a stillborn. I was devastated, but I didn’t know what to do or how to help. I want to comfort her but it seems like she just needs space.
It’s been a few weeks, she’s still just as sad about the son we lost, but she has decided to get back to work. I’m not sure if I agree with her decision as she doesn’t seem to be fully ready but it’s her choice so I will support whatever she decides.
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Diary Entry #2
While walking to the guillotine stage, I bumped into my childhood friend, Emmett Pierre, who I haven’t seen in a long time. I’ve always had a connection with him and knew we would always be friends, both our parents were farmers and we knew we would both grow up to be farmers. Over the years, we have grown apart as we have been so busy with our lives, through having the responsibility we have to support our families.
On our way to watch King Louis XVI’s execution, we got to talk, about how hard it has been lately to support our families. The bad weather has been hurting the crops, forcing us to harvest less, as some crops didn’t grow at all. The only way to continue gaining enough money to support our families is to raise the price of bread, but that would be too tough, most people will not be able to afford bread. We always make sure to harvest enough grain, making sure that people can afford to pay for the bread. This is one of the perks of being a farmer, demand for bread will never run out, meaning we will always be in business. There are still tough decisions we need to make, whether to make the bread too expensive, meaning most people won’t be able to afford it. So we have agreed to raise the price of bread.
This conversation distracted me during the way, suddenly I realized that we are at the stage now, I had been thinking so hard that I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. King Louis is there, on the guillotine, ready to be beheaded.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Farmer
Social Class: Third Estate
Financial situation: He owns land, enough to harvest grains and sell bread. He makes just enough money to make ends meet, gives money to family members when it is possible. He owns a house on the land.
Appearance: Dresses well when not on the job, looks tired but strong, he has brown hair and brown eyes.
Location: Just outside Versailles
Habitual locations: At home, on the farm or around town selling bread.
Daily routine:
-Go out to the field to harvest grain
-Go to town to sell bread
-Visit his family
-Go back home to change into nicer clothes
-Spend some time with his friends around town
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Lighthearted, doesn’t worry too much about big issues, passionate reader.
Past/individual-family history: Both his grandfathers have past away within the past year, one of his grandmothers is sick and needs full time care.
Family: Married to Josephine Martin, his parents are Guillaume and Elisabeth Martin. He has one younger sister named Madeleine Martin. He has two kids, Aimée (girl) and Alexis (boy) Martin.
Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in the class, AND your opinions and feelings about them): He doesn’t like to worry himself much about the social relations, if he were to deal with people from other classes, it would be to trade or to do some sort of business deal with them.
Religion: None.
Education: He had no education, started working on the farm with his father from a young age.
Languages you speak: French
Main privileges and/or hardships: he was born into a family who already owned farmland giving him a privilege, there are no hardships at the moment.
Diary Entry #1
Today is a typical day in my life, I woke up and had breakfast with my family, which consists of my wife and daughter. After that, I went out to the field to harvest as much grain as possible, the demand for bread has been getting higher lately. Around noon, I went back home for lunch where everything was average, nothing special. After I finish lunch, I get back out on the field to harvest more before it gets dark. Suddenly, our neighbor comes running out to me on the field screaming my name, I turn and run toward him in case it’s an emergency. He tells me that his wife is helping my wife give birth, they had heard her screaming, checked on her and realized that she would be having the child now. We ran back to the house, where we waited for what seemed to be lasting forever, feeling my heart beat a thousand beats per second. The midwife comes out, it’s over. How could that be possible? There was no baby screams or anything to indicate his life. She tells us that he didn’t make it, he was a stillborn. I was devastated, but I didn’t know what to do or how to help. I want to comfort her but it seems like she just needs space.
It’s been a few weeks, she’s still just as sad about the son we lost, but she has decided to get back to work. I’m not sure if I agree with her decision as she doesn’t seem to be fully ready but it’s her choice so I will support whatever she decides.
_
Diary Entry #2
While walking to the guillotine stage, I bumped into my childhood friend, Emmett Pierre, who I haven’t seen in a long time. I’ve always had a connection with him and knew we would always be friends, both our parents were farmers and we knew we would both grow up to be farmers. Over the years, we have grown apart as we have been so busy with our lives, through having the responsibility we have to support our families.
On our way to watch King Louis XVI’s execution, we got to talk, about how hard it has been lately to support our families. The bad weather has been hurting the crops, forcing us to harvest less, as some crops didn’t grow at all. The only way to continue gaining enough money to support our families is to raise the price of bread, but that would be too tough, most people will not be able to afford bread. We always make sure to harvest enough grain, making sure that people can afford to pay for the bread. This is one of the perks of being a farmer, demand for bread will never run out, meaning we will always be in business. There are still tough decisions we need to make, whether to make the bread too expensive, meaning most people won’t be able to afford it. So we have agreed to raise the price of bread.
This conversation distracted me during the way, suddenly I realized that we are at the stage now, I had been thinking so hard that I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. King Louis is there, on the guillotine, ready to be beheaded.